I leave you with this excerpt from a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, which I hope will bring comfort and even guidance, in your time of loss.

“Deep-hearted man, express grief for thy dead in silence like to death -
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet;
If it could weep, it could arise and go.”

Life calls to us, to rise and to go, and so we MUST rise and go—except for Anna, of course, who must rise and stumble (but the most important thing is to RISE, is my point here) and face a new tomorrow! Some of us will face it with both feet and some with only one foot, but face it we must! Onward Christian soldier! Stumble off to war!